Chapter 303 I am a professional in taking secret photos

Fortunately, the men and women in the cooperative didn't drink much tonight, and before they left, someone was told that there would be an action tonight.

Even so, many people were still dissatisfied. Who would want to be woken up in the middle of the night? One young man shouted out, "What's so important that we have to wait until the middle of the night?"

"That's right, that's right!" a bunch of people echoed.

Zhao Dadan's face turned pale. He pointed at the one who showed up and cursed: "You son of a bitch, you've had enough of your good life, right? If it wasn't for the good of our company, would I wake you up in the middle of the night?"

"I haven't slept yet!"

"Don't I want a wife and children to live in?"

Suddenly, the noise disappeared, leaving only the crackling sound of torches.

Zhao Dadan sighed: "Today, the county secretary, the county head, and the township cadres all came to our commune. Why? Just for the summer harvest in two days!"

The crowd looked at each other in bewilderment, and someone shouted, "I thought they were here to eat our meat!"

"Ahaha!" the crowd burst into laughter.

"Is it San Gouzi, you bastard! Be careful, or I'll slap you to death!" Zhao Dabing cursed again.

When the crowd returned to silence, Zhao Dadan said again: "If it was a normal summer harvest, the county cadres wouldn't come in such large numbers. They gave us a task!"

Then Zhao boldly told the leaders the plan to turn the five acres of land at the entrance of the village into an experimental field.

The young and old men in the village were stunned, and there was a buzz of "What is this? Isn't this a scam?"

"Isn't it?"

"What? This food didn't fall from the sky. How can it fall into our pockets for free?"

".Is there any benefit?"

Zhao Dadan yelled again: "That's enough! Stop nagging! Just keep listening to me."

He also told the young and old men in the cooperative the leaders' analysis of the consequences of increasing production in the experimental fields. Finally, after a conversation in plain language, they all reached a consensus.

However, someone raised the question of what to do with Wang Deming, the reporter from Beijing who came today?
Zhao Dabing explained further that we must keep it a secret and no one can let it slip, otherwise he will be sent to dig out manure and pig pens.

In addition, when the harvest starts the day after tomorrow, the county has also invited reporters from the city to take pictures for us.

He would also ask Wang Deming to take photos of the villagers.

When it comes to taking photos, the young and old men in the cooperative are happy! How great is it that they can take photos without spending any money?

In the middle of the night, a fire dragon marched towards the foot of the mountain. Torches were inserted into the ridges of the newly reclaimed fields. With shovels in hand, they dug hard from the edge of the fields, digging the ripe wheat out of the ground with its roots.

Wang Deming, who had been following them from a distance, had a conflicted expression on his face, as if he was neither smiling nor crying.

He really didn't want to take this kind of photo. He was using his energy and brain in the wrong place. Sigh.
"Kaka!"

He didn't dare use the flash at the first time. In the darkness, he crawled close to the wheat field and relied on the light from the surrounding torches to constantly change the angle to take pictures.

When everyone, including Zhao Dabing, entered the wheat field and turned their backs to him, he quickly pressed the flash button, and after two "clicks", he immediately left.

"Who!!" Zhao Dadan felt that there were two flashes of light behind him. He turned around and saw nothing. He asked the member next to him, "Did you see anything shining just now?"

"It seems like there is!" The member looked back in confusion, but found nothing.

"Let's go and have a look! All the militiamen, bring your guns!" Zhao Dabing called the militiamen, raised the torch and turned around in a big circle, but found nothing. Zhao Dabing shook his head, it seemed that he felt guilty about doing this and had hallucinations.

Soon, they brought the ten acres of wheat that had been newly reclaimed at the foot of the mountain, and pushed the cart with the soil to the five acres of land at the entrance of the village.

As usual, the wheat in the field was dug out first, and then the wheat from the ten acres of land was loaded back into the farmland without leaving any gaps.

Zhao Dadan saw that there was still a lot of space in the wheat field that had not been filled, so he waved his hand and led the members to dig the wheat field again. After going back and forth several times, they dug another 20 acres of wheat, and finally filled the five acres of land.

Wang Deming still took time to take pictures. He waited until Zhao Dadan and his team were about to finish installing the wheat field before he turned on the flash, took two snapshots, and then instantly moved away and returned to the kang in the courtyard of the cooperative.

"who!"

Zhao Dadan yelled again, and then ordered the militiamen: "Load the gun!"

But they turned around again and still found nothing?
Zhao Dadan even brought the militia back to the cooperative compound to see if Wang Deming was still sleeping on the kang, although he thought it was unlikely to be him, because he had specially arranged for the militia captain to guard the door at night.

Sure enough, the militia captain was sitting on a bench at the door of the room, playing with the camera hanging around Wang Deming's neck, and constantly looking at the stars in the sky.

Zhao Dabao breathed a sigh of relief, then walked closer, frowned, and scolded in a low voice: "What are you doing? What are you doing with the camera? What if you break reporter Wang's camera?"

The militia captain smiled sheepishly and said, "I didn't open it and I'm playing with it, so how can it break?"

"Put the camera back quickly! Reporter Wang will teach you on the spot tomorrow." After bringing the militia captain into the room, Zhao Dabing smelled the alcohol in the room and saw Wang Deming sleeping soundly. He sighed, snatched the camera, and placed it gently next to the pillow.

He waved his hand and took his people out again.

"Oh." Wang Deming snored, opened his eyes, and sighed in his heart.

Two days later, the summer harvest of wheat fields in the Satellite Cooperative officially began. The county specially sent a jeep, and the county governor in charge went to Zhumadian in person and invited a reporter to come.

He was not tall, only about 1 meters at most, with his hair parted in the middle, and he was wearing black-framed glasses. His plaid shirt was tucked into his pants, with his pockets buttoned directly at his belly button, and his black leather shoes were shiny.

Similarly, he was carrying a camera wrapped in leather, about 30 centimeters square, tied across his neck by a leather belt.

As soon as he got off the car, he frowned unconsciously, stood on tiptoe, and stepped on the ground carefully, as if he was afraid of stepping on cow dung or dog shit.

Some children gathered around him and wanted to take a look at the camera, but he shooed them away like flies.

The young and old people in the cooperative had a very bad impression of this reporter. They all talked about it, "He is indeed from a small place. Look at reporter Wang from Beijing. He didn't put on airs when he came to us. Not only did he take the initiative to take pictures for us, but he also patiently played with the camera with the children."

"Isn't it? The camera they brought is from some foreign country!"

"What country do you mean? Just call it the country!"

"No matter what, reporter Wang's camera is extremely advanced! It's several times smaller than his camera, and it's so much better. I don't know why this guy is so proud!"

Before he knew it, the sound got louder and even reached the ears of the reporter, who shouted, "You know nothing! This is the latest Seagull camera from Shanghai. It's the most advanced. Don't tell me someone is trying to trick you with a toy camera and you guys are treating it like a treasure!"

Immediately, a member went to find Wang Deming.

There was no need for him to look for him, as Wang Deming came. Before the members could ask Wang Deming to take out his camera for comparison, Zhao Dabing saw him coming and gave the order to start harvesting!
After harvesting an acre of land, weigh it directly!

"Crack!"

“Crack, crack!”

At this moment, precious images were recorded by reporters. A few days later, it was actually published in the Masses Daily. The average yield per mu was 2100 kilograms!
(End of this chapter)